Headgear Braces Stories Novels & Stories

“I remember back when someone bullied me because of my braces, she didn’t let that boy get away without her punching him!” Oliver chuckled, “Ha! I remember that! There was also this one time when she beat this man who called me gay and stupid!” All of the stories made me feel embarrassed as I glared at those two. They only raised their peace sign towards me. “Right, we didn’t study that time due to personal reasons. I wish I could’ve seen that too.” Ethan pouted this time. “Would you still like me if you had seen me in a state like that?” I curiously asked, but was a little worried.

Ever since she changed my look, she'd said I was the proudest project of hers, and I thought that was hilarious. Melissa changed my hair, had the dentist remove my braces and put in new ones, taught me how to wear contact lenses so I wouldn't need glasses, changed my wardrobe, and, I confess, I'd loved every part of the process. Now I needed her to prepare me for what awaited me that night. So I called her.

Clementine My ankle wasn’t broken! Well, at least it wasn’t broken anymore. After a quick X-Ray and an ultrasound on my injury, they found that I had a severely twisted ligament, some bad bruising, and a freshly healed hairline fracture. He asked me to bear weight on it, and when I stood, I was surprised that my ankle could take the pressure. The pain had been subtle and dull, but nothing I couldn’t handle. There was no way I could walk on it earlier, and with a twisted ligament, I should have been at least given a moon boot and some crutches, but the doctor shook his head and told me that I was already starting to heal, so there was no point. I blinked a few times, half hobbling over to the

// we like to build our story very slowly and we hope you guys like it.// I was thirteen and all that was in my mind was that I had made a new friend, I had completely forgotten about the incident which had happened during the lunch break, but I hoped my friends don't make a big deal out of it as I wanted to stay out of trouble as much as possible for now. I decided to wear emergency contacts which I just had in my backpack. The doctor advised me to use contacts only in an emergency and not for normal use. He said that contacts may cause infection in the eyes if they are not properly kept, I assured him that I will keep it properly, but he said that I have to be at least 18 years old to wear

A little girl carrying a hockey stick. Me arguing with my father. Rory stared and then laughed out loud. "No." "Yes." "I would've remembered you." The confidence in her voice was insulting. Understandable but still insulting. I folded my arms. "I was twelve." "So?" "So I had braces." Her eyes widened and I hated how much satisfaction that gave me. "Oh my God." I exclaimed as the memory returned fully now. It was now sharp and complete in my head. I could see it. Feel it even

She flexes her hand, remembering the pain. Shaking the horrid thoughts away, she returns to the present. She grabs a necklace, earrings, and bracelet set that match the pretty top that she got. Greer has never owned jewelry before except for the tiny earrings she used to wear that she had since the day they had pierced her ears.

His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he was shirtless, the toned muscles of his back shifting as he shook the pot on the stove. His hair was damp from a shower, falling forward over his forehead in messy waves. The faint scent of his body wash mixed with the buttery popcorn smell and made her head spin. He turned slightly, catching her in the doorway. A slow, crooked smile spread across his face. "Hey, gorgeous." Harper blinked. "You're... standing." He glanced down at himself as if he'd forgotten. "Yeah. Doc cleared me for short bursts with the brace. He said if I'm stupid about it, I'll be back in the chair for another month." He shrugged one shoulder. "Worth it."

I told her and she just chuckled. "Well then, let's start at the first store then." sabi niya sa amin at hinila kami papasok sa isang store. Pumasok kami sa nagbebenta ng mga bracekets, necklace, anklets, and kung ano pa na gawa sa shells. "Let's get matching anklets!" sabi ni Jina sa amin. I looked at my anklet. Hindi ko na ito hinubad simula nung binigay to sa akin ni Fauve at wala din akong planong palitan ito.

On the first day of school, August 5, there’s a total of six heads of straightened hair in the homeroom class of 12-Everest, including that of Bali Girls’ Mikaela. It appears she saved up a lot from her umbrella-girl summer gig because, apart from a sleek, straight hair, she also has on – ta-dah – braces. {Good for her,} Kate thinks to herself, feeling just a bit envious.

“Do you want me to pick you up after school or do you think you’ll be able to find your way back home?” I stared out the window as we drove. It should be easy to find the house after school. “How does the brace feel?” My eyes dropped to my wrist. “Fine.” It felt weird and uncomfortable at first, but I had gotten used to it. As the doctor said, it limited movement and helped me keep weight off it. Half an hour later, we reached the school. I stared up at the building and then at the kids lingering around. “You know where to reach me if you need anything,” Keiran said softly. “Enjoy your day.”